The 1st & 2nd; I think it was the Zopiclone.

December 3, 2015 — Leave a comment

The 1st of December.

There isn’t much to say about today, because I haven’t felt like myself for much of it. I had two Zopiclone last night because one alone wasn’t working, so today I’ve been very sleepy and somewhat zombie-like. 

I got a blog post done, but that was my only activity of consequence. I try not to do anything I’ll need to remember on days like this because I can never recall them afterwards. I can’t watch any TV that’s part of a series because next time I’ll have no idea what’s gone on. 

I hope it’s just the Zopiclone, but I just want to be back in bed.

[I wrote a lot here about feeling depressed and friendless, but even I, the shariest of sharers, don’t feel like putting it on here because I think it was the Zopiclone talking.]

The 2nd of December. 

I feel better. I think it was the Zopiclone. I mean, nothing has changed, but I don’t feel quite so terrible about it now. 

Mommy and I were both at the chiro this morning which we both needed, she for some sort of arm sprain and me for a painful neck. I think something in it jarred when that man landed on my head. It hurts where he elbowed me today. 

Having finished, we had a trip to Paperchase for me to look at gift tags, but they only sell the ones I want individually and I don’t want to spend 45p per gift tag when they sell packs of ten for £1.25, so I must find alternatives. 

This afternoon it’s been kitty and Netflix. I had to ring up handpicked collection regarding one of my orders, and I think the issue is sorted, but I won’t be 100% happy until I see evidence. I would like more emails. I am the sort of person who likes lots of written proof of things. 

I might consider going back to the gym at the end of this week. Short burst of workouts before more time off for Christmas. 

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